This blog is being taken over by me, Annie the beagle. I deserve more screen time than Ernest as I am much cuter and smaller.  I am a delicate flower compared the Mr. Thunderpaws and his side kick, Charlie.



When I go for walks I stop by and visit Ernest.  I often like to see what Ernest has left in his bowl.  Usually he leaves something. Does he not know there are starving beagles in Nepal?

Dumb boy.

I also like to hang out with Ernest's nmom. She is the nicest.  We talk about food and things that are pink. I like to take naps on the couch, but Ernest needs to keep his distance. Look at this wall they built to keep us apart.



Don't tell anyone this, but I sort of like Ernest.

Annie, I don't care what you call me as long as you don't call me late for dinner.

It was raining when this picture was taken. I was not amused.




It was sunny and too hot when this picture was taken. I was not amused. I recognize it
must be hard to tell if I am happy or sad, my expression while being full of sentiment, is still so hard
to read.

Yet, for the most part I remain amused, just not with extreme weather.

Ernest puppy, looking for partly sunny and 60F. All the time.

I think you really missed me.

I know I missed you.

Today, Auntie Claire (mom of wally corgador), posted a link to a site that shows you just how much I can say in just one look.

33 Animals Who Are Extremely Disappointed In You


Clearly they didn't contact me or Charlie, who both think it is time for a WALK.

Ernest puppy, phone your agent.

My mom has been asleep on the job. I am trying really hard to wake her up!



I remain handsome even at the ripe age of SIX.

Stay tuned for my life, it is more interesting than my mom's life.

ernest basset at your service